"Who is it?" he insisted.
"No—if you don't know his name, I won't tell you," decided Polly.
"Mebbe it's jest as well, too," assented Slim. "I don't think I'd feel any too friendly toward him."
Slim moved toward the wagon. The action was purely involuntary, but it frightened Polly so that she cried aloud.
Slim grasped at once the reason for her fear. "Is the feller in that wagon?" he shouted.
"You wouldn't do him any harm, would you?" cried Polly.
"Is he in that wagon?" Slim repeated angrily.
Polly caught hold of his arm.
"What's he hiding for?" he demanded.
Slim pulled his gun and covered the opening. "Come out, you coward," he shouted. Polly caught Slim by the right wrist, so he could not fire.